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Prologue... Voyeurs Notes: Two lovers entwined in the blue black room of the ante meridian (a.m.). Under a cutting ******* moon he enters you You took him in with Pavlovian drooling eyes. He took your innocence and you shrieked in dripping compliance::: Only that sickle overseer in the night sky bared witness to the end of my pleasant fiction ***Halogen orb Halcyon days*** Left only with the abscess of the apparition that was “us” and a Phantom pain for the never was Perhaps she is somewhere quieted by enormity of it all Life in fast forward, a fallow future, a vertical victim of his ***** **** Predawn... Coldness without catharsis on a cobblestone street   **she is again spread before him, he’s already tired of her**, and again that ******* fading crescent watches:::   she’s wishing for a flashback, a do over, a dream of sanity before her teardrop salinity (it could’ve been us) But here I stand eternal Butchered by your lunar lunacy::: alone Against the backdrop of a pockmarked sky
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
Lunar Tragedy (a Jack the Ripper Love Story)
Prologue... Voyeurs Notes: Two lovers entwined in the blue black room of the ante meridian (a.m.). Under a cutting ******* moon he enters you You took him in with Pavlovian drooling eyes. He took your innocence and you shrieked in dripping compliance::: Only that sickle overseer in the night sky bared witness to the end of my pleasant fiction ***Halogen orb Halcyon days*** Left only with the abscess of the apparition that was “us” and a Phantom pain for the never was Perhaps she is somewhere quieted by enormity of it all Life in fast forward, a fallow future, a vertical victim of his ***** **** Predawn... Coldness without catharsis on a cobblestone street   **she is again spread before him, he’s already tired of her**, and again that ******* fading crescent watches:::   she’s wishing for a flashback, a do over, a dream of sanity before her teardrop salinity (it could’ve been us) But here I stand eternal Butchered by your lunar lunacy::: alone Against the backdrop of a pockmarked sky
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
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